Thinking of Huadan now, Fang Jianqi no longer has that kind of heart-piercing despair and pain, but there are still dull pains in his heart, like a blunt knife is constantly being sharpened, and the fine Pain has nowhere to hide.
He misses him so much, wants to see him again.
But he also knows that this is impossible...
Fang Jianqi closed his eyes.
At this moment, the sword behind him trembled suddenly, and a familiar breath seemed to float out.
Fang Jianqi was startled, and deep suspicion appeared in his cold eyes.
But before he could react, the sword behind his back returned to normal in the next second, and the breath disappeared, as if it was just his illusion.
It's him, do you miss him too much
…
"Ahhh! What's going on with Fang Jianqi? This guy named Feiyu obviously has his eyes on him! He actually answered her question! Don't you know how to keep your distance? Ah???"
Jiang Yan frantically walked around in the space inside the sword. The sword spirit was woken up by him, and sat in the corner, looking at him ignorantly.
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No. 888 was knocking melon seeds aside.
"Oh, it's just an answer to someone else's question. Are you so angry?"
Jiang Yan's voice became louder: "As for! Didn't you see that Fang Jianqi, a bastard, stayed where he was in a daze after she left! Tell me, did he fall in love with her? I'm so mad! I'm furious!"
Looking at Jiang Yan who was blowing hair in front of him, No. 888 was suddenly blessed.
"Yanyan, are you... jealous?"
After the words fell, Jiang Yan's movements froze, and the surroundings fell into silence.
After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Yan straightened up and said expressionlessly, "No, I'm not jealous, it's just my possessive desire for the target. Well, that's right, that's it."
No. 888 gave a "tsk" sound and didn't say anything else.
Seeing that Jiang Yan had calmed down, Jian Ling lay down again, and fell asleep soundly.
…
In the next few days, although the caravan encountered wolves and sand robbers several times, they were all easily dealt with by Fang Jianqi, and they arrived safely at their destination soon.
At the time of parting, Fei Yu plucked up her courage and confessed to Fang Jianqi.
Uncle Zhang had already seen Fei Yu's thoughts, and was not surprised at all, and looked at the two with a smile.
After stammering, a rosy glow rose on Feiyu's cheeks, and she looked expectantly at the man in front of her.
"So, Taoist Fang, can I follow you?"
Since Hua Dan left, he has traveled all over the world, although he has met many people and things, but no one can walk into his heart.
Fang Jianqi subconsciously wanted to refuse.
Thinking of something, he changed his mind again and smiled: "Sorry, I can't answer you now. I need time to think about it."
From the features to the lines of that face, it was originally sharp and stern, revealing the indifference that strangers should not get close to. Such a smile immediately melted the frost and snow covering it, exuding a captivating attraction.
Feiyu was dazzled by the beauty in front of her eyes.
It took a while to react, eyes widened in surprise, and said incoherently: "You, you didn't reject me, that is to say, I have a chance, right?"
Fang Jianqi neither admitted nor denied it.
Thinking of the conjecture that was about to be verified in the past few days, although he still smiled on his face, his whole body was tense because of nervousness.
He took a deep breath and counted silently in his heart.
three.
two.
one.
The sword behind him trembled.
Then, the familiar voice sounded—
"Fang Jianqi, you bastard who kills thousands of swords!"